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“Do Dead Malls Go To Heaven?”
Experimented a bit with a new way of detailing the tiles. Kinda like it? This particular piece took a hell of a lot of work. I’d love if you shared the vibes it’s giving off, for research purposes 💖
I'm getting kind of tropical, modern and marshmallowy Piranesi vibes
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
The fact is no one actually asked Ormund to bring his army, last season Alicent jumped into a lake in her pristine white shift no soap no shampoo no volumizing conditioner and Ormund immediately sensed it and started marching because under the light of the seven that’s illegal. Hightowers lose 9 servants a day because Ormund has Tessarion on a strict regime of two baths daily (yes they do have to brush her teeth every time) and if anybody gets a single goddamn fingerprint on that dragon’s freshly shined scales he will be making it 10
“I was amused and somewhat astonished at a critic a few years back who wrote an article analyzing Dandelion Wine plus the more realistic works of Sinclair Lewis, wondering how I could have been born and raised in Waukegan, which I renamed Green Town for my novel, and not noticed how ugly the harbor was and how depressing the coal docks and railyards down below the town.
But, of course, I had noticed them and, genetic enchanter that I was, was fascinated by their beauty. Trains and boxcars and the smell of coal and fire are not ugly to children. Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.”
— Ray Bradbury: Just this side of Byzantium
I hate the argument that Silco always viewed Jinx as a weapon because it makes no sense. The concept lacks logic. And I've made a post about this before but I gotta say it again bc it pmo.
Firstly, if you think Silco viewed Jinx as a weapon, you must first ask yourself why? Why would Silco perceive her in that way? And you could have a couple of responses to that question:
A. Because of her ability to make weapons like bombs and guns
B. Because of her skills with a gun
C. Because of her emotional instability
Regardless of whichever is your answer, you must consider this thing first: Jinx is a child when she first meets Silco. This means that she doesn't yet have the ability to make guns or bombs.
"But what about the monkey bomb," you might ask? Well, we all know that the only reason that the monkey bomb is successful is because of the ammo it uses: the hex crystals, a magical, unstable crystal of great power. One crystal alone falling off a table was enough to make part of an entire building blow up. Jinx used at least 3 crystals to power the monkey bomb. So the bomb itself is not the reason the bomb works, the crystals are what makes the bomb work. And everyone seems to be aware of this, hence Jinx and Silco's reactions to the hex gems years later. Jinx is able to make effective weapons in the future not because she's always had the talent, but because she grew her skillset and kept refining her process.
At the time of meeting Jinx, Silco had no reason to believe that she was capable or talented at building weapons of mass destruction, and her ability to do so wouldn't come for years later. So at the time of meeting Jinx, there was no reason for him to view her as a weapon he could use and mold.
As for her guns? Jinx doesn't make or use any of her own guns as a child, so this is not a skill she could have displayed or a skill Silco could have witnessed when he first met her. Her ability to use a toy gun at a game doesn't mean she's gonna be the greatest marksman with a real gun. Again, this is a skill she developed with time and again, this is a skill Silco couldn't have possibly known about upon meeting Jinx. ADDITIONALLY, in the future, no one even uses Jinx's guns OR bombs besides herself. So she is not supplying or creating weapons for Silco and his crew.
So now we're down to C, her emotional instability. Jinx's emotional instability can be a great asset as it makes her threatening, menacing, and unpredictable to her enemies. But it also does the same for her allies. This character trait of hers is uncontrollable, and without control weaponizing jinx's emotional instability is ineffective.
So there is no genuine reason for Silco to have always thought of Jinx as a weapon, when half of the things she's known for she either couldn't do at the time of meeting Silco or Silco didn't know about any of those skills until years after knowing her.
But let's say you're not convinced, let's say that you believe that even if Jinx did not have any skills that Silco could have known at the time of meeting her that were obvious that she could one day be a weapon, he manages to see her as one later on. By believing this you admit that it is impossible for Silco to have always seen Jinx as a weapon, because he had no reason to view her in this way upon meeting her due to reasons I've already discussed. Which then begs the question: If Silco did not see the intrinsic value of Jinx upon first meeting her, why did he keep her around?
Silco, very clearly, does not care about his employees. He, at times, manipulates them to do what he wants, he puts them in danger, he is physically violent with them, and he does not care for the most part whether they live or die. The only two employees that he gives the slightest shit about are Sevika and Jinx. I say this to say that Silco's employees are clearly no one special, they are easily replaceable, he is not hand selecting them (at least not later on), they are just normal shmucks he takes advantage of. It would be out of character for him to not only take in a child, but dedicate years of effort into grooming her into being "the perfect weapon" when he A. Has no idea she has skills worth weaponizing and B. Does not typically go out of his way to condition his employees into working for him and being his pawns. This decision is seeming for trouble than it's worth, more risky than the potential reward could ever justify.
Additionally, Jinx has been a major fuck up her entire life, both before, during, and after meeting and knowing Silco. As a person, she's known for being unpredictable and unstable. As an employee she's known for being unreliable. As an enemy she's known for being a loose canon. She has fucked up tons of times while on the clock for Silco. If she's supposed to be his weapon, she's ineffective as fuck because she isn't reliable. Not only that, but her unpredictability makes her a threat to the rest of his employees, the ones that actually do their jobs. So even if Silco decided to groom her into being a weapon, it doesn't make sense for him to keep her around once she's an established fuck up who can't be controlled and can do serious damage.
So just to summarize: you can either think Silco always saw Jinx as a weapon or you can think that he later saw her as a weapon/developed her into being one. It doesn't make sense for Silco to have always seen her as a weapon when he didn't know she possessed skills that could be weaponized upon meeting her. It doesn't make sense for Silco to view her as a weapon later down the line either because she becomes so unhinged and uncontrollable she cannot function effectively as a weapon. On her best days, she's a fuck up who gets the job done anyways and on her worst days she's costing Silco things that never should have been lost in the first place. If Silco was grooming Jinx to become a weapon, not only did he fail due to what I just spoke about, he was always taking a major risk considering Jinx's skills as a weapons maker and a marksman were underdeveloped and would take YEARS of refining to get to the skill level we see in the show. Ultimately this risk isn't one that he needed to take, and Silco does not have a history or past of hand selecting and grooming Jinx in the way that's being alleged, so this doesn't make much sense either.
TDLR no matter which way you argue it it truly doesn't make much logical sense for Silco to see Jinx as a weapon
a ‘hot minute’ can be both a very short period of time, and a very long one. however, a hot minute in the past (“It's been a hot minute since I've seen you!”) is most often a long duration, while a hot minute in the future (“I'll be with you in a hot minute!”) is most often a short duration. this suggests some very strange things about the temperature of time.
If you ever wondered why writing a dissertation/thesis takes so damn long, this has been my day so far.
Me: Okay, I should probably add a paragraph about the contextual late-18th-century understanding of republicanism. Let me read over a key text to make sure I'm being accurate. [downloads a 42-page book chapter] Me: Hmm, okay, on page one of this chapter they're expecting me to know some nuanced things about civic humanism. Better just brush up real quick. [downloads 9-page primer from Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy] Me: Okay, cool, but there's some stuff in here about Machiavelli that I really should read in its annotated source context, because that's what my history guys were working from. [downloads 283-page book on Machiavellian political philosophy with source texts] Me: Oh, for fuck's sake-- [downloads Aristotle's Nicomachean Ethics]
how it feels like doing research:
Let's say I really wanted to reduce the number of children who die in car accidents. Car accidents are really bad, right? Nobody disagrees about that. And it would be much better for both the environment and the kids' health if they spent more time walking, or taking the bus. Perfectly reasonable. More cars off the road, safer roads, fewer kids getting hurt, healthier kids. A win-win!
Therefore, let's ban children from traveling by car and require all cars to have a scanner on the door that scans the government ID of everyone who gets in the car to make sure no kids are in there. After all, kids get hurt in car accidents all the time! We need to ban this right away!
A fantasy dog with a castle on its head (◕ᴥ◕)
May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.
I read Piranesi again...
I had to compress the hell out of this gif to upload. If you want to see a nicer, bigger version you can do so here on my AO3.
Ko-Fi | Carrd
The Drowned Halls
Ko-fi
I can't put into words how happy I am that they're coming back
what could have been
Today we were talking about how words can mean different things to different communities, and that people outside the community wouldn't understand. Like how a non-poker player wouldn't understand poker jargon the way other poker players would. Anyway, then my professor said he was gonna show us his "favourite example" and wrote a single word on the board that gave me instant psychic damage: beta.
Apparently sport climbers use this word with a meaning of "technique, method." But for a horrifying, horrifying second there was the possibility in my mind that we were gonna talk about ABO in my fucking linguistics class
Professor Betas Georg, who writes 50k omegaverse fics during office hours, boldy wrote "beta" on the board while observing which of his students went dead. still.
official linguistics post
Somebody at work keeps adjusting one of the perimeter cameras to have this beautiful artistic angle on the museum in a historical building across the way. The sun sets just behind it and the whole sky turns golden-blue, clouds streaked across the sky above. The lush tree line beneath the museum is perfectly lined up along the rule of thirds and the building itself towers above, almost mythical in its evening glory. Like damn, take a still from this camera and send it to the museum to frame and hang on their wall. I do need the camera to be pointing at the parking lot. Tho
The setting sun bounces off the skyscrapers downtown and hits the museum's windows and every one of them turns the same golden hue as the sky behind, reflected in the trees just starting to turn golden-orange beneath. The bottoms of the clouds take on the slightest tinge of purple and birds circle above, speckling the evening sky as they call autumn's last farewell. Someone's car got broken into in the parking lot last week, Tammy, point the damn camera at the cars